It was many, many years ago
I was green and young in life
I didn't know that there were girls
with hearts of ice
I never could have imagined
the harm that they could do
to well meaning boys and their lives
But like a hailstorm from hell
she rained down upon this bird
broke his wing and left him for dead
Though the storm passed quickly
and the sun came out again
the little bird never healed
just kept crying in the sand
because he could never fly again
But you can't tell me
that it was meant to be
for me to stand here now
with my feet in the sand
Because I was meant to soar
to kiss the clouds
while riding a gentle breeze
Yet here I am after all these years
just a bird with a broken wing
crying in the sand
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 12:34 PM UTC
It was many, many years ago
I was green and young in life
I didn't know that there were girls
with hearts of ice
I never could have imagined
the harm that they could do
to well meaning boys and their lives
But like a hailstorm from hell
she rained down upon this bird
broke his wing and left him for dead
Though the storm passed quickly
and the sun came out again
the little bird never healed
just kept crying in the sand
because he could never fly again
But you can't tell me
that it was meant to be
for me to stand here now
with my feet in the sand
Because I was meant to soar
to kiss the clouds
while riding a gentle breeze
Yet here I am after all these years
just a bird with a broken wing
crying in the sand
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